Where are my fucking allies? Where are the rescuers, the tear wipers? Isn't that the job of the ones in close quarters? The last time I looked around, we hadn't fallen apart this badly. (It's evident the scene has changed.) You fail, blood. You disappear, water. It seems like all I do is catch fire over and over again. I can scream like noone else ( Read more... )

this is getting out of hand.
smart and blind is a lethal combination.
you'll never know.

i could elaborate by twisting and censoring certain truths, but then i'd be, well... lying.
and in a million years when i look back at this entry, i'll remember the sequence of events all wrong.
better to be vague and probably delete this tomorrow.

...friendship battered down by useless history ( Read more... )

i really wish i had something to say, but my words live in books of different shapes and sizes lately.

if you want me in 3D, it takes only a press of the 'post comment' link to let me know.
it would probably be nice to hear from you.

to the inhabitants of douglas st, thanks for making the last few weeks live-able.

42 douglas st rules.

why for am i so small?

writer's block. gross ( Read more... )

some people are fuckwits.

Consciousness. What a beautiful, fucked up thing.


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the abuse:

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( BIRTHDAY )